Luyện nghe bài hát Me, Myself & I (Freestyle)

Uh huh, Rob Got Beats on the
We Yeah
Man this like one of my Beyonce songs, man
up though, Bey? Yeah
Don

Man, one for the ones who hold me down so we forever on the rise
as I got charts, it's never me, myself & I
Straight up,
Man this one for the ones who cop the album and they ain't a receipt
All the internet plumbers, you know for the leaks
Been trying to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the
This show is just getting started, don't worry man take a
I got mom and bro around like whats than the family
Did a show at House of Blues that shit was than the Grammy's
On the phone with my dad trying to handle out of hand
Reminiscing we used to 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin)
Funny man what all times meant to us
Girls ask me why they call me big, that ambiguous
Rappers who was killin shit, lately I feel that shit
Ya'll used to didn't feel my shit and now like "you hear this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say up doe, where I be
Fresh as my IB, what up to Don C
The most improved player, watch me turn I to a V
On my third LP but by the its IV
That's the fourth, don't be if I'm in first with (Holly's?)
We came a way from having hands together like God Please
Do I really gotta emphasize, my mind out
Yeah I call that the enterprise
I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can't?), me hold my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out it close at 10 o'clock and its 10:05
Oh boy, I spit that
Yeah I'm the underdog but was a superhero too
And my going through hell, they need a miracle too
more about showing off, I'm more about show and prove
Ya'll braggin about so and so, "Oh, he really it?
The new nigga in Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just behind his skits like half of these rappers do
And then ya'll go and praise him and his bitch like they savior of this shit
I'm like "Aw, man. we go"
I'm not the man I was a year ago
I learned that life be a merry-go
Moving at a stand is the scenario
I also learned some girls can fit the stereotype if they got a
Crazy a cold bitch'll do for palm trees
Type can't hold my hand even if they palm read
Got a good at home, yeah that's all me
I gave my number out on the outro I'm like "call me", nigga
they cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my physical
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying different
I got her listenin to music she wouldn't listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, This what I missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I didn't do, all the is just fuel
I'ma take this little profit, I flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck open arms, nigga open the
Respect in bitch like a gun on my waist
Rappin like I got a gun in my
I my life like I be runnin a race
Dupa flow, up up and away
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma come for spot then I cum in your face
I been trying to make I gotta have it to a
to the mathematics, I'ma add-it addict
Beware of the niggas who abandon your shit was abandoned
But there for the
hit after hit after hit
Somebody tell me what's the fuckin batting
Dark Sky Paradise, you can have it
Clique rainin so hard, you can white raft it

Man, we fucking around, man
Just off the top, on the spot, just fuckin
We was in three cities today, man
Shout out to my old
Man, we going hard as fuck
My nigga Xeno, Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Mac, Dark Sky Paradise shit man
Boogie doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't this shit
I can't it
Hey waddup doe
Man doe to my family, my friends, my fans
I do this for
We put our into this shit
My boys near gone
I know its like 5 in the morning
We ain't in fuckin days
We do this from the man
And we did out our way
up, it's time to get it, yeah
Countin blessings money
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